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What if each one of us are a continuous sentence in this story called life?

Let’s leave the main character’s energy and focus on the other stars in our stories. Have you ever wondered if your story is a chapter in another person’s story?

I was reading a fantasy book about three sisters when this thought first occurred to me. When I started the first book, and the story focused on one of the sisters, I thought she was the most important, and that was why the story revolved around her. I saw all the other sisters portrayed weakly; in fact, I despised them for their passiveness when this heroine was forging ahead to make life better for all of them.

Little did I know that this story had to start this way because it was through the self-discovery of the first heroine that all the other sisters became unleashed even if forcefully, in their own destinies. Yeah, if you all can’t already tell, I read books of fictional mysticism, but let’s focus 😌

I think sometimes, to see the picture clearly, we must realise that we are stories within a story. So when the spotlight shines on us in a chapter, we ought to pause to reflect on all the other heroes/heroines who made it possible for us to unleash our potential and the next line of influence in the story just because we had the opportunity to embrace our aspirational self (whatever that means).

I read a post that said “it is ironic isn’t that we think broken people are fragile?” I think this is profound because we often assume that because we have so much struggle that sometimes leave us traumatized and broken so we are inadequate. Forgetting that broken crayons also colour, and yes, I understand that your argument may be for how long?

For as long as it takes I guess, life isn’t guaranteed; it is a gift, tomorrow is not a promise rather an aspiration. (Enough with this perspire to aspire D🙄)

I just think it is magnificent to acknowledge that there is a hero in every one of us who comes out even in the mundane tasks we engage with daily.

In how we courageously do the usual things before we dare to do the extraordinary. In how we overcome certain challenges that we thought would bury us and how we drag the present ones with us even as we forge ahead into the unknown. So loving people is to love them through the chapters, through the travails even when the triumph is delayed or the victory never manifests.

It is to accept brokenness as part of the story, not just as a mess or a fractured curve but as an elegant ordeal in the making of a hero. I think that is what it means to respect a person. It is not just social cordiality or admiration born out of achievements, it should also be based on the unique realization that there are struggles they overcome daily that you may never face and I don’t mean just adults, even babies, toddlers and all the stages in between.

The most confining prison is the cage that is our mind which is why internal battles are the hardest to help with.

So, when You find yourself in the spotlight, take a moment to embrace it but also reflect on who just left the stage, or the people that made the stage exist in the first place. If you are one of those, then, think of those who will walk in your spotlight after the stage turns from you.

It is the continuity of life that we are all stories within a story.

Xoxo

Dcconnoisseur.